Rainy days come and go.
Like our tears when we're sad.
The river waters flow, then pass us by.
But, we can still be glad that rainy
Days do come and go.
When we lose someone in our lives,
Who's been so dear, our own mortality
Becomes crystal clear.
And we who remain don't have to feel
The strain of their moving on.
For our loved one would not have us
Worry or live in fear.
We must move forward in this life,
Remembering the good times, those
Special events you shared along the way.
Hold onto your memories of the journeys you took,
The conversations you had, about that good book.
The pure laughter and even some trying times,
These are the chapters, molded in our minds.
And we'll be happy to know, rainy days do come and go.
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